"What's your name, boy?"
"M," He shrugged. "What's yours?"
"M?" She looked at him in confusion, "Is that even a name?"
"I kinda gave it to myself. I don't know my name." He repeated, "What'syours?"
"Malaya," She smiled.
"That's weird," he crinkled up his nose, "What does it mean?"
She smiled, "It means 'free'."
That gave him an idea.
"Do you want to be free?"
"More than anything," shesighed.
"Well then Malaya," hestood up, "Come with me."
"Where?"
"To run from all things ugly and ordinary."
Of course he would say that. He ran from all things ordinary aswell.
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